Let me start by laying out my position on whaling (please understand my knowledge of whales and the whaling industry come soley from watching re-runs of "Star Trek 4: The Voyage Home" and "Free Willy"). Basically I think there is probably a sustainable level of whaling, but not now, not yet... maybe sometime in the future. Most species are endangered as far as I know.
Anyway, I was recently incensed by the deliberate ramming by the Japanese whalers. But maybe I am missing some understanding of the Japanese... and like the Japanese whalers, I think scientific research will yield an answer.
Therefore I propose the following experiment to find out what enrage the Japanese to kill whales and try to kill Sea Shepherd activists. The experiment basically involves throwing eggs at staff from the Japanese Embassy to elicit rage from them and measure this through detailed observations of their rage reflex mechanisms. I am exluding the general Japanese population in Australia from this experiment as I think their mingling with other Australians might increase the scientific margin for error. I think the Embassy staff are a great sample of live Japanese specimins which are perfect for our scientific research. For a control in this experiment I will use my Japanese flatmate who returns from Japan soon.
Until my control returns from Japan, I cannot proceed with scientific observations of the rage responses. However I will refine my egg throwing technique (henceforth referred to as my scientific input) in the meantime.
9.7.09
White jelly beans
I don't know who eats these first, or who's favourite they are. They are always the last ones I eat.
Seriously, what flavour are they anyway?! I could understand if they were lemonade flavour but who the hell needs lemonade flavour when you have yellow lemon flavour ones.
I would like to put forth the motion that they are removed from circulation immediately. They are like the freaking caps-lock key. Noone knows who put it there, or what it is there for... but it is still fucking there!
Feel free to join in my campaign by sending your white jelly beans back to Allen's or whoever... and tell them some androgenous unidentified flavour of jelly bean came in your pack and could they please send them back with the correct flavour and colour added.
I am bored at work, someone come do something interesting.
Seriously, what flavour are they anyway?! I could understand if they were lemonade flavour but who the hell needs lemonade flavour when you have yellow lemon flavour ones.
I would like to put forth the motion that they are removed from circulation immediately. They are like the freaking caps-lock key. Noone knows who put it there, or what it is there for... but it is still fucking there!
Feel free to join in my campaign by sending your white jelly beans back to Allen's or whoever... and tell them some androgenous unidentified flavour of jelly bean came in your pack and could they please send them back with the correct flavour and colour added.
I am bored at work, someone come do something interesting.
23.5.08
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2.2.08
Abducted by QANTAS
I have been fortunate enough to "score" an extra night in India, courtesy of QANTAS maintenance and their lack of a part which can fix a fuel leak. Yippee.
The flight was meant to leave at 7pm, which became 10pm when I arrived from Chennai in Mumbai, and while sitting in the lounge became 11pm, and now 1pm the next day.
It is 11:10pm and I do not hold high hope of them getting the hotel and busses sorted in the next 3 hours. In fact I think the part will arrive in Mumbai before we arrive at the hotel. There are people just milling around... standing. I never understand this behaviour at airports. People feel the need to queue, even though they have no idea when said queue is going to move or, in this case, whether the queue is going anywhere at all. I sit, as I have (excluding toilet breaks) for the past 4 hours. And I am not going to get up unless someone actually says to. That, or something shiny distracting me.
Oh, that thing is shi
The flight was meant to leave at 7pm, which became 10pm when I arrived from Chennai in Mumbai, and while sitting in the lounge became 11pm, and now 1pm the next day.
It is 11:10pm and I do not hold high hope of them getting the hotel and busses sorted in the next 3 hours. In fact I think the part will arrive in Mumbai before we arrive at the hotel. There are people just milling around... standing. I never understand this behaviour at airports. People feel the need to queue, even though they have no idea when said queue is going to move or, in this case, whether the queue is going anywhere at all. I sit, as I have (excluding toilet breaks) for the past 4 hours. And I am not going to get up unless someone actually says to. That, or something shiny distracting me.
Oh, that thing is shi
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